Stuff on the Balcony

Our flat in Rivne has a balcony on the east side. It's great to have a balcony with your apartment because then you have a place to hang out your clothes, and a place to store food when it's cold out; it's kind of like a mini back porch (the size of a bath tub) if you have enough imagination.

Our balcony has great potential to be all these things, but unfortunately it has become the catch all for the owner and perhaps previous tenants of this 2 room plus kitchen domicile.
I've made lots of trips to the trash already, but when the junk isn't really yours it's harder to dump it, a person just doesn't feel so free somehow.
We have lots of wardrobes in our place, this is great too, except that the owner and perhaps previous tenants have left junk in the wardrobes too: a child's winter coat, a leather jacket, a fur coat, a busted radio, a locked briefcase, and so on ad infinitum. I asked the landlord about the coats, “just put it on the balcony” is his pat reply when ever I ask him about any of this junk. There is a plastic 60 liter drum with a screw on lid (for making pickles) also out on the balcony; that's where I put the moth eaten fur coat. And screwed the lid on tight. That has somewhat decreased the moth population in our place.

There was a washing machine out there too. We have reinstated it and are using it for our laundry. It's actually just a laundry agitator; it whirls the laundry around until it's all in knots, then we undo all the kinks and do a manual rinse in buckets in the bathtub, then we spin it out in our spin dryer, a gift from Holland (they had 6 to give away at the convention place there; Karen brought it in for us. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!)
There is also a windshield from a car out there. Oh, you don't see it? Well, look here...

I'm not sure if it's a Saab windshield or not, likely not...